As the vortex of sword qi suddenly dispersed, the winds and clouds over the battlefield changed in an instant, the situation shifting as if day had turned to night.
The wolf bandits, who had earlier been so heavily pressured they could barely breathe, now seemed to be ignited by an invisible force, their morale surging back like a tide.
You An's all-out Blood Explosion Technique sword strike had been dazzling and peerlessly powerful, but it had also made him pay the price.
At that moment, his chest heaved violently as he gulped in rough breaths. Sweat rolled constantly from his brow like pearls from a snapped string, dripping onto the cracked ground and stirring up a series of tiny, fleeting ripples of dust.
"Brothers, counterattack! Hold the defense—no mistakes allowed!" You An forced up a breath, his voice booming like a great bell across the battlefield.
Unfortunately, Chen Mu did not understand the wolf bandits' language. Still, the corner of his mouth curved into a playful smile. "Hey, wolf bandit boss, it's not like the loudest voice wins."
As he spoke, Chen Mu's figure flashed, and he had already closed in before You An. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand stabbed over with a chilling, murderous cold, aimed straight at a vital point, its keen intent pressing in.
You An's eyes sharpened. He blocked once, his mouth not stopping as he shouted again, "Everyone, hear my order! Kill these three, and there will be a heavy reward!"
The wolf bandits all let out roars, like sleeping beasts fully awakened. Carrying fury and hunger, they countercharged toward the three Chen Clan brothers.
On the other side, Nelson looked up, his gaze passing through the flying flames of war to meet Chen Xiaojun's from afar as the latter hovered in